Their Deep And Desirous Way To School Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Maybe we’ll live together once the sky collects
Itself and remembers all the famished wishes of the rain:
And the highways finally have presents to
Tie up underneath the deciduous holidays of more than
Lonely Christmas trees:
Or if any of this was possible, I would have a good woman with
Me right now,
Curling up like a Siamese blue in the fog that is forever
Rising in the early mornings,
Like surrendered flags, or my mother’s dreams of flying airplanes:
Or the way that Alma’s eyes looked at me today,
So far away, like spindles of bicycles that had become lost
Upon their deep and desirous way to school.